Anonymous asked:Post-marriage jealous beckett pls? :)
They walked into the loft from the outside. Well, he walked. She stormed in at a terribly quick pace, taking off her coat and throwing it over arm of the couch as she moved into their bedroom. The door slammed behind her and he took it as a warning that he was not allowed inside.
Their anniversary dinner hadn’t quite gone as he would have hoped. In fact, it didn’t go anywhere near where he would have hoped.
He let her steam for a few moments, moving around the island and pouring them both a glass of red. He carried them toward the door and knocked gently with his knuckles. “Kate?” He asked softly. “Can I come in?”
She opened the door and glared at him. “Do you want to come in, Castle?” She asked, taking her drink from him and lifting it to her lips. “Or do you want to go back and finish the lap dance?”
Okay, maybe that was a harsh blow, but it was no shot from the embarrassment she’d been put through that evening. He didn’t even say anything for Christ sakes. Just made the waitress that much more happy. He clenched the glass in between his fingertips and let out a breath. “Kate, you know it’s not like that…”
"Not like what, Rick?" She asked, finishing her glass and placing it back in his hands. "Think about what it isn’t while you sleep on the couch tonight.” She smiled at him, turned around in the room and grabbed his pillows, throwing it at him. Luckily, he placed both glasses to the side before the blow.
She took one glance at him before closing the door in his face and locking it behind her. He thought about attacking the office entrance when he heard that door click shut too.
It would be a rough night.
He was woken up hours later to the sound of crying next to his ear. He attempted to wake up, rubbing sleep out of his eyes when he saw Kate next to him on the ground, watching him sleep. “I’m sorry I got mad earlier.” She whimpered.
Castle sat up quickly, pulling her up on the couch and into his arms. She buried her face in his chest and he held her there. “No, no, honey. It’s okay.”
"I just… I need to know you’re gonna be there Rick." She whimpered into his chest. "I can’t do this alone."
He rubbed her back gently, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “Do what alone?” He asked gently, confusion crossing his features.
"This is the worst way to tell you." She sniffled as she pulled back and wiped her eyes. "I’m pregnant, Rick."
His eyes momentarily bugged out of his head but he caught the traction and cupped her head gently, wiping away her tears. “Kate…” he breathed gently. “That’s wonderful.”
She choked up again, her lower lip wobbling in a short of way that broke his heart. “You don’t have to lie to me.” She said gently.
"I’m not lying." He said quickly, pulling her onto his lap. He wound one arm around her back and kept the other on her head. "Honey, I’m not lying." He repeated, pressing their lips together. She cupped her hand around his cheekbone and leaned into the kiss a little more.
After a moment, she pulled away and saw the tears staining his own cheeks for a very different reason and felt at ease. She nuzzled her face into his chest and inhaled his scent, closing her eyes. “Come back to bed.” She murmured quietly, though she didn’t move. “Can’t sleep without you.”
Rick pressed a kiss to her head and nodded. “Okay.” He agreed, but he didn’t move either, but instead laid his head against hers and closed his eyes.